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I am washing down the lump in my throat with every swig of my beer.
Why aren't you here?
Where is it that you went?
It was my always my devotion that I sent.
As I sit here contemplating the end,
Only one message I wish you would send.
I must say goodbye doll - as I walk down...

To all my dramatic friends.
They're no fun
All they do, is bring stress to me.
All they care about is their outfits and their boys.
Why can't we just get high? High high high
To all the girls that talks **** behind my back.
Stay right there, right behind me, coz thats where you...